Because I’m supposed to be writing a statement of my teaching philosophy (whatever that actually is …) for job applications, I shall blog. That’s writing, isn’t it? Sure.
Back in October, my cousin Lauren and I were shopping for groceries and necessities at Walmart. I have been sharing an apartment with my cousins Preston and Lauren down in Youngstown this school year. It’s been great to have other people around – I’ve discovered that while I am ok with living by myself, I don’t prefer it.
Anyway. Lauren and I found ourselves over by the shampoo aisle and suddenly (quite independently) remembered that we had wanted to get bath poufs (you know, those tulle spheres on a string?). The fact that we were standing right in front of a bin of bath poufs might have had something to do with this revelation. It took a few minutes of female decision making, but Lauren decided on a pink pouf and I claimed a green pouf. I have this thing for lime green and aqua. We were both happy with our colors and hung them in the shower with pride.
Fast forward a few weeks. One morning, I realized that my green pouf was sitting on the little shelf in the shower – the string had come undone and it couldn’t be hung up anymore. Oh well, the rest of the pouf was still intact; what can you expect from a $2.00 item? Lauren’s pink pouf still hung with its string in a fully functional loop. I didn’t think much of it and resumed regular use of the green pouf. At dinner a few days later, Lauren and I were talking about going back to the grocery store. Grocery shopping is our nemesis – we put it off as long as possible. But there were a few staple items that we needed so a trip was in order.
“Oh, and I need to get another pouf,” I recalled. “The string on mine broke about a week ago. So cheaply made!”
“I know!” Lauren replied. “The string on mine broke a couple of days ago, too – I have to store it on the shelf in the shower since it can’t be hung up anymore.”
Hmm. I mentally pictured the shower. There definitely was only one pouf that had a broken string. It was the green pouf. Ah yes, that awkward moment when you realize that you and your cousin have been using the same green pouf for about a week.
That night, I bought a purple pouf.
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